A local friend is moving and needs to unload his bondage porn stash. He’s got a selection of classic videotapes from The Academy:
… plus a number of back issues of Bound and Gagged magazine:
Click on the pictures above to be directed to the listings on eBay
By lthr_jock
Clark staggered upstairs, still slightly unsteady on his feet. He tried to stand unsupported but wavered and had to hold himself up against the wall. He shook his head and pulled himself together and headed back to his post. But he hardly got there, when he grabbed his stomach and dived into the nearest toilets. There he threw up – he thought it must be a reaction to the drugs Palmer had given him but it could well have been a reaction to his rape by Morrison. As he thought about it, his stomach churned and he threw up again, retching bile as the protein shakes he had been eating for the last 2 days gave him little to bring up.
“Clark? You OK?”
He heard a voice outside the stall and stood up, grabbing his cap from where it had fallen on the floor and using it to hide his shaven head before flushing and heading out. There he saw Palmer, a concerned look on his face. He rubbed his stomach ruefully.
“Must have eaten something bad. I’m going to head home.”
“Yeah. Look after yourself, Clark.”
I wonder which of these men can tie another guy up most effectively?
Check this out. It’s from Slow Teasing Hand Jobs. Randy is pleading with his eyes for Scott to take him over the edge:
To see more, go to Slow Teasing Hand Jobs
I came across these pictures from a while back, and they are hot AF so I had to repost them. Many of the tie-ups are by Ropetopsfbay. I don’t think they would mind my sharing these again. You can find these guys on Recon.
Sinvention has some great leather restraint gear to check out, including immobilizing arm splints.
Click for Sinvention
By Greg Alexander
I was so scared I could have shit my pants. There I was, bound, gagged and completely helpless, at the mercy of a bunch of muscular frat jocks who at this moment had every reason to hate me, and every motive to extract their revenge. All I could do is crane my neck and stare up at them, a desperate pleading look in my eyes, as the row of pledges stared back at me, distinctly unforgiving smirks on each of their faces.
“Remember,” Trevor was saying to them, as they all looked down at me, none of them taking their eyes off of me, “the little shit bag has pictures on his hard drive of all of you naked, elephant walking around the basement of this fraternity. Little creep likes to sneak in here and take pictures of us late at night. Don’t ask me how. Now, pledges, it is up to us, the brothers of Delta Psi, to scare the cocksucker straight.”
The pledges were nodding enthusiastically at this.
